Riley
I was two days late and already wet when he knocked.
The notice had been on the door that morning. Final warning. I’d spent the afternoon moving money that wasn’t there and fingering myself on the couch because stress always made me stupid and horny. When the knock came I was still in a thin tank and shorts, no bra, n*****s tight, cunt slick from the third useless orgasm I’d given myself thinking about anything except the rent.
Grant didn’t wait for me to finish opening the door. He stepped in, tall, late forties, the same black button-down he wore when he collected from the other units. His eyes dropped straight to the hard points under my tank.
“Two days,” he said. “You have it?”
“Not yet. I can get it by Friday.”
“Friday’s another fee.” He closed the door behind him. Locked
